This speaks to me about humankind's attempt to constrain God/Spirit/The Inner Light between the pages of one book or another. In escaping, the book is left in the shape of a chair where one may sit to ponder the truth. Any idea what the sculptor had in mind?

Anon, unusually I haven't tried to find out about it as I feel very strongly about this, too.

There are so many ideas and chords touched on, that it feels elemental. I'm not sure about god in all this, but it struck me forcefully as a visualisation of Prometheus Unbound, a statement of the power of words in the face of opression.

I was particularly struck by the way the window shadows form prison bars.

Some readers may know about Terry Pratchett's chained books in the library (they are chained to stop them attacking passers by, or escaping). Over the coming weekend, I'm going to be near Wimbourne Minster which has the oldest surving chained library.